My dark trembles in
tremolo sounds
do you feel the ache of release
held too long?
Eyes search
the quiet in between
breathless sigh
and fearful taint,
I whisper touch through
burnt umber'd shades
I need your warmth
to soften my hue.
Breath suspended,
syllables stilled...
(silence calls)
© BAN
This is the place where I will share the many shades of life portrayed through my poetry, the poetry of others, and everything else that moves me through this life and into the next.
Hi Beth,
ReplyDeleteI just wanted you to know that I'm back and writing again. :-D
Speaking of writing; thank you for sharing this one as it's absolutely stunning!!!!!!
Lynn
xx
Thank you Lynn, I haven't been here much lately, but I think I am going to be spending a little more time here now. Not sure how everything works here, time will tell huh?
ReplyDeleteI will be visiting you soon :)